Book Day Wednesday

My latest Shifter Rescue story - Three Uncaged -- is coming this week! Look for it on Friday from Changeling Press! I've put an excerpt here - look for a smutty one on Saturday.


Shifter Rescue: Three Uncaged

Stripe, Xeno and Shen are three cat shifters who have spent most of their lives in cages at a zoo. They're used to hiding their human selves, being abused and feeling hungry. When they are rescued and brought to the Old Tavern, along with the rest of the shifters at the zoo, the three are put in rooms together.

Unsure if they have just traded one cage for another, the three count on each other for comfort and protection. When they find they can share more than just comfort with each other, they very quickly become a collective. Now if only they knew if they were really safe, maybe they could start a new life together.

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Excerpt:

Stripe snarled as the door opened, throwing light into the room he shared with a panther and a snow leopard. He knew them both from the zoo, though they'd not had a chance to talk either as their animal selves or as human. It was dangerous to be human at the zoo. Hells, it wasn't great being a tiger at the zoo, either.
They weren't there anymore. He didn't know if this place was better or worse than the zoo, and he had no reason to trust. On the positive side, he wasn't alone here. So far, that was the only positive he'd found.

A slender man came through the door and turned on the light, flooding the room with brightness, revealing a kind face. "Easy, boys. Easy. You're safe here at the Old Tavern. I'm sorry for the cramped conditions, but almost that entire zoo was full of shifters, so you can imagine we're running short of accommodations. Hells, we even rescued the full animals -- I've never seen a zoo that wasn't even fit for rats. There's the bed in the corner, and I've got blankets and pillows on the way for nests. I am sorry there isn't more furniture, like chairs and a table, but we will eventually get that sorted. The bathroom has a sink with glasses on the counter if you need water. There's a bathtub and shower stall too. What can I get you guys to eat?"

The guy looked so earnest, but Stripe had to admit that despite that and the kind words, he still wasn't feeling very trusting at the moment. Sure, they had probably just been rescued, but maybe they'd just gone from the frying pan into the fire, you never knew.

The guy took another step in, moving toward the panther and snow leopard, who'd wrapped around each other, and Stripe put himself between them and their so-called rescuer. He wasn't letting anything bad happen to the pretty kits.

He growled softly. Back off. They're under my protection.

"Okay. I hear you. I'll just send meat. As soon as we can, we'll move you all into separate quarters, right?"

He simply growled again. He didn't even know for sure the kits needed his protection, but he was giving it anyway. He found himself feeling quite protective of his new... roommates? Fellow prisoners? Time would tell them what this place really was.

He had to admit that meat sounded good. They hadn't been fed in days at the zoo. Maybe nearly a week. He'd feel better if they had their strength built up before they had to really deal with anyone.

"If you need anything, you press the big red button on the phone here." The man pointed to the phone hanging on the wall next to the door. "Press it and someone will come as quickly as they can."

Stripe tossed his head, letting the man know he understood.

"I'll be back with meat soon."

Stripe tossed his head again. The words sounded like a promise, but he wasn't counting on anything.

The kits stayed together, quiet and still. He simply stared at the man.

"This is a good place." With that, the man bowed and left, leaving the light on as he tugged the door closed.

Stripe stalked slowly around the room, sniffing and looking in every corner. Then he went over to the pretty kitties and sniffed them, too.

They barely responded, both of them skinny and listless. He was beneath his fighting weight too, but not as badly as these two. It made him angry, and he roared, telling them he was pissed off on their behalf.

The snow leopard stood on shaky legs and faced him, roaring weakly. Stripe went up to the poor thing and licked his face. He wasn't a threat to these two. Just the opposite. Every instinct called to him to protect them. And that was what he would do.

As soon as he touched the lovely kit, a sense of pure comfort seemed to pass between them. He let his voice rumble. Hello, and you're safe. I have you. Then he tossed his head, looking over at the beautiful black panther.

Bright green eyes locked on to his, the glow sharp, sure, like the panther was burning alive. Stripe vocalized to this kitty, too. He would take care of them both now that they were out of their cages and all together. These two needed him.

And maybe he needed them, needed to feel necessary.


Sean
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Sexy Shifters

All Romance Ebooks has taken a number of my paranormal out of print books and are reprinting them. Thank you ARE! Also thank you for the amazing covers!

The first three have been on pre-order but are now officially out!

A Private Hunger

What happens when you find out the man you’re in love with is actually a dragon?

Matthew is taking a break before going to university, working at a cafe in Seattle. He expects to spend a few months meeting people, having fun and generally living it up before hitting the books. Then he meets Drakon, a passionate, masculine man with an animal magnetism that draws Matthew in. 

As Matthew moves in with Drakon on his country estate and slowly finds himself cut off from the world around him, he begins to wonder if that animal magnetism is more literal than figurative and if Drakon would be more aptly named Dragon.

Will Matthew stay with the man he’s growing to love once he discovers Drakon’s long-lived, carefully guarded secret?

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Royal Line

Where’s the common ground between a tiger shifter foot soldier and his prince?

Grio has one job—find dormant tiger shifters and introduce them to the world of Saffron Tigers. When he finds Professor Phoenix Lamoure, he discovers that Headquarters got a couple of key points wrong. Phoenix isn’t actually a professor but Saffron Tiger royalty…a member of the lost royal line.

Phoenix didn’t have things easy growing up. His mother spent most of her life in a mental institution, and he spent his formative years in foster care. When a stranger approaches to learn about his family history, he’s wary. When said stranger actually kidnaps him, all bets are off!

Can he ever believe what Grio says? Or will he be forever convinced that he’s as crazy as his mother was?

*Includes a preview of A PRIVATE HUNGER

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The Moon

The first full moon is always the hardest.

Danny McMann has been busy on pack business for weeks and just wants to spend the upcoming full moon deep in the woods with his pack—running, hunting, napping and generally goofing off. The last thing he wants to hear is that they’ve got another man on their hands who’s been bitten and about to turn with the arrival of the full moon.

Hammond Argyle was bitten by his assailant in a bar fight a few weeks ago. He’s been in a foul mood ever since and it’s only getting worse. As is the way his skin itches and feels like it doesn’t fit him anymore. When someone starts lurking round, following him, it’s about all he can take.

Will Danny be able to help Hammond through his first change and beyond?

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Sean

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Smutterday - Bitten

And here are the deets and a smutty excerpt for Bitten.

Anton has lost almost everything he holds dear, his apartment, his life in the city, and his long-time friend and butler, Jackson, who has been kidnapped by a rival pack. The one thing he still has is his lover and mate, Greg, who is learning to be a werewolf, even as they try to put their lives back to rights.

Determined to get Jackson back, Anton approaches the werewolf pack that’s his to lead by right, but that he’s largely ignored. They agree to help him, but Anton has to embrace his inner wolf to work with them, and to help Greg come to terms with what he is.

Meanwhile, Jackson is trapped—hurting and beaten—praying for rescue that looks unlikely, even as his time is running out and Greg is convinced he’s going crazy, fearing he’s hearing voices that won’t go away.

As pack Alpha, it all falls to Anton to keep his people safe, but there are forces at work that even the strongest werewolf might not be able to overcome. Can Anton keep his friends safe and save his beloved mate from the voices that call to him? Find out in this sequel to Sean Michael’s Bite.

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smutty excerpt:

Anton closed the door as soon as they were inside the room, locking it. Then he had Greg in his arms, his mate's back hitting the wall. Some instincts were stronger than others, and this one had been there ever since Greg had walked into his home. This was his number one priority, his focus.

Greg snarled, the sound raw and rough and worried. He pressed their lips together, one thigh pushing between Greg's legs. Mate. His. Protect.

He growled happily as Greg spread, hips rocking against him, cock filling. Yes. Yes, Mate. His tongue tangled with Greg's, the kiss deep and hard, Greg’s goatee rubbing against his skin, almost like fur. Grabbing at Greg's clothes, he just barely managed to keep from ripping them from his mate's body.

Greg's fingers grabbed his hair, holding on, little growls and rumbles pushing into his mouth. It was sexy, having a true mate in his arms, someone who was as driven as he was to join, to love, to let the animal out.

He got Greg's shirt off, fingers pressing into the bare skin, nails dragging. Greg’s sounds got louder, needier, Greg's heart slammed against his chest. Anton tore his mouth from Greg's, finding a nice spot on Greg's neck. Worrying it, he began to pull up a mark as his fingers pinched and pulled at Greg's little nipples.

"Fuck me." Greg arched, fingers scraping along his spine. "Fuck me."

"Gonna." He would. He wanted to. He had to.

Anton growled as his fingers refused to work the button on Greg's jeans, but then it came loose and he yanked down the zipper. The smell of Greg hit him hard, making his knees buckle. He pressed up against Greg, groaning, teeth catching on his mate's skin.

That earned him a happy growl, Greg head-butting him, panting. "Don't. Tease."

He laughed, nearly howling, and turned Greg to face the wall as he pulled the jeans down. "I won't."

Greg helped, stripping out of his shoes, tattoos rippling and shifting as he stretched. Anton tore his own pants open, his prick pushing out eagerly. He touched Greg's hole, groaning as his fingers encountered the soft skin.

Dropping to his knees, he spread Greg's cheeks with his hands. Those lean hips pushed into his touch, Greg ready, eager, wanton. The scent here was pure Greg and it made him even harder, his cock aching, dripping with need. He licked at Greg's hole, tongue dragging across the wrinkled skin.

"Anton." He heard that low, single word, his name, as that tight hole jerked under his tongue.

Growling, he pushed his tongue into Greg's body, feeling it squeeze around him. Greg braced himself, pushed back into Anton's face, movements jerky and needy. He fucked his mate's ass with his tongue, wetting the tight hole, getting it ready for his cock.

"Need. Fuck." Greg's claws tore into the wall.

"Mine." He rose up, pushing into Greg without fanfare, just slamming into his mate.

"Yours." Greg howled, caught between him and the wall, hips jerking spasmodically.

He nodded, mouth closing over Greg's shoulder, biting as he took his lover. The muscles around his cock squeezed, rippling and working him. He let go of Greg's shoulder and bit closer to Greg's neck.

"Anton!" Greg pulled away and he bit again, marking, holding tight. His. Hips snapping, he drove the point home.

He felt Greg's orgasm, squeezing around him.

"Yes!" Growling softly, he held, waiting for Greg to finish before slamming home again and again until he came, too.

Greg slumped against the wall, whimpering softly. He leaned against his mate, still buried deep inside Greg's body. Groaning, he licked the sweat from Greg's shoulder, tongue sliding across his marks.

Sean

smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Bite

Resplendence recently republished my two volume werewolf series.

Here is the deets and a smutty excerpt for the first one - Bite.

Anton loves a well-prepared steak. That's all he's hoping for when he meets Greg, his new live-in chef. Anton is immediately attracted to Greg’s flamboyance and confidence and he finds himself wanting to know Greg better. Much better.


It's not just a normal attraction for Anton. He's an unusual man, with unusual desires, and Greg seems to be filling a place in Anton's life that he's never explored. Anton prefers to be a civilized man and not let his werewolf-self run free, but it’s the wolf that wants to claim Greg for a mate.

Someone disapproves of Anton's relationship with Greg. Someone close to Anton, someone inside his carefully controlled household. As he and Greg come closer to mating for life, the danger gets nearer, forcing them to depend on each other to stay safe, and for Greg to stay sane.

Can Anton convince Greg that his wolf would never hurt him and keep Greg safe from the menace outside their relationship, too? Sexy, razor sharp and fast-paced, Bite will keep your heart racing!

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smutty excerpt:

"Easy, man. You want some berries and cream for dessert?"

"Depends." Anton sat and cut each fillet into four, and then speared each piece, barely seeming to chew before he swallowed it down.

"On what?" Christ, wolf it down.

Those dark grey eyes met his, almost glowing. "On how it's being served."

"Your guests got it on a silver platter..." Sex on a stick.

Anton looked at his plate like he was going to lick it clean. Of course when the man looked back up at him, Anton wore that same look. "I prefer a more personal service."

"More personal?" Was he being flirted with?

"Indeed. More personal. You are my chef after all, are you not?" Anton's gaze was intense.

"That's what it says on the job description, bossman..." The question was did Anton play the same games he did?

Oh man, look at the way those eyes caught the light. "Then feed me some of these berries and cream."

He headed to the refrigerator, found the leftovers and a plate. "You want to do this here, with everyone watching?"

Anton glanced around the room, looking surprised when his eyes lighted on the kids doing the dishes and jabbering quietly together. "No. My rooms."

"I..." He stopped, met Anton's eyes. "Is this going to lose me my job here? I'm off the clock for this, you know?"

Anton's eyes flashed. "This has nothing to do with your job." Just listen to that growl.

"Good answer." There was a little voice in the back of his head going, 'wait, what are you doing, are you stupid?'

It was completely drowned out by the voice singing the 'we're getting laid' song.

Anton stalked into the pantry and opened the hidden door, disappearing down the corridor. He followed, berries in hand, trying hard not to spill any. When he got to Anton's room, it was lit solely by the moon shining through the open window, and the dancing flames in the fireplace.

Anton himself lounged in the middle of the large chair, one leg flung over the chair's arm. There was an air of the predator emanating from the man.

"So, how do you want to do this? You just want a bite?"

Anton shifted, sitting up in the chair and patting his lap. "Have a seat and feed me properly, Greg. Though I won't forget your offer to bite."

Oh, hell. That was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He just stared, caught in the look in Anton's eyes.
Anton licked his lips. "Anytime."

"Sorry. Sorry, I... You have fascinating eyes." He headed over, bowl in hand. His words seemed to make Anton's eyes glow deeper—it was amazing how they reflected the flames like that.

Greg stepped forward, lips parted, the scent of berries strong on his nose. Mmm. He fit wonderfully, right there, right on Anton's thigh. One of Anton's hands landed on top of his leg, curling around it. The man's eyes glowed beneath half-closed lids, lips dark and shining where they'd been licked.

He spread a little, slipping a bite of dessert in Anton's lips. "Open up."

Anton opened up for the bite, eyes holding his as Anton slowly pulled the fruit and cream off the spoon. That pink tongue came out again, licking the corners of Anton's lips.

"Is it good?" Like he didn't know it was. Good.

"I'm not sure. I'll need another taste." That deep voice was low and quiet, intimate.

Shivers climbed up his belly. "I can do that."

One more spoonful slipped into the open lips.

"Mmm... I think I like it, but I need one more taste." Anton's hand stopped his. "Without the spoon this time."

"You want me to use my fingers? They're slick."

"Your fingers are one option."

He scooped up a raspberry, placing it on Anton's tongue.

Anton's lips closed over the tip of his finger, holding it for just a second, hot tongue flicking across the top before Anton leaned back and ate at the berry.

Oh, fuck, that was hot.

Like really.

"I'm liking it better with every taste."

"Mmm. You want a strawberry?" Greg dug one out, holding it carefully.

"Not from your fingers." Anton's gaze moved from the strawberry to his mouth.

"Perv." He let himself grin, wink. Then he leaned forward, strawberry caught in his lips.

"You don't know the half of it," whispered Anton just before sharp teeth caught hold of the strawberry.

Anton bit into the fruit, their lips pressing together as Anton chewed. He took a quick swipe of Anton's lips with his tongue, before backing off, teasing.

Groaning, Anton leaned forward, eyes just shining. "It's good. But I believe I like the taste of the chef better than his wares."

"Oh, man. Is that good or bad?" He rubbed noses with Anton, took a quick, quick kiss.

Anton chuckled, the sound deep and sexy, running along his spine like a touch. "It's good."

Fingers slid behind his head, held it in place as Anton leaned forward and brought their mouths together. The kiss started slow, almost tame, Anton seemed to search for something in his eyes. Anton's tongue was hot, wet, as it slid across his lips, but didn't demand entrance. Not yet. He touched the tip of Anton's tongue with his own, just barely tapping it before pulling away.

Groaning, Anton pressed their lips harder together, and now his tongue pressed against his lips. Greg dove into the kiss, pushing Anton back against the chair, fucking the soft lips, curious to see whether Anton would fight back. The groan turned into a growl, Anton's tongue tangling with his as they wrestled for control of the kiss.

Fucking hot. Greg loved an alpha male that could take what he needed. Loved it. Of course, that didn't mean it should be fucking easy. Greg moved closer, fingers tangling in Anton's heavy, thick hair. Anton bucked up against him, free hand sliding down to grab his ass. The other stayed on the back of his head, tilting it to give Anton better access as he took control of the kiss.

Yes. He wrapped his lips around Anton's, sucking hard. Anton's tongue swept through his mouth, the hand on his ass squeezing, rubbing him against the strong thigh he straddled. If he wasn't careful, he'd cream his Chef’s checkered pants, right there. Damn.

Anton's hand opened and closed, and then suddenly the man growled and twisted, putting him on the chair with Anton above him, the kiss going fierce.

Jesus. How did he... How did... "Oh." He opened up, hips bucking so that they could rub together, push and pull and hump.

Anton thrust against him, their crotches rubbing, hardness on hardness with too much fucking clothing between them. That wasn't bad. Wasn't bad at all. His toes curled and he groaned, balls drawing up like stones. Just like that.

Sean

smut fixes everything